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Tribute to N'awlins
Early in the morning on Royal Street, the smell of the rum based hurricane drinks from their empty, oversized containers fills the air. Consider breakfast at Brennan's Restaurant where the fare is filet mignon with cabernet sauvignon-it's only 8:00 a.m., but why not get a head start on the partying? Everywhere are the clicking sounds of the tap tap tap dancing kids as they perform for your monetary compensation, while street musicians blow and frozen in time harlequins peer down from orange crates. Beignets and cafe au lait at Cafe du Monde satisfy one's hunger as you would expect fried dough and powdered sugar washed down with a strong chicory flavored coffee could.
The sight of the St. Louis Cathedral in Jackson Square from the moonwalk is beautiful day or night, but the spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread at Mama Rosa's will be what brings me back to the Big Easy.
Aside from having the distinguished address of Bourbon Street/4505, Randy's Photo Corner has little to do with the Vieux Carre’ or Louisiana for that matter. There is nothing here related to absinthe, vampires, voodoo, red beans and rice or Anne Rice. I have been to New Orleans and enjoyed its attractions, architecture and music, so for good measure and in trying to keep with the GeoCities theme, here is my nod to the French Quarter.
Memories of New Orleans
Later in the evening when the crowd from Pat O' Brian's spills out into the street, the revelry and drinking continue under the noses of the mounted police. Once inside famous Preservation Hall, you'll find the old timers in the band taking musical requests for a five dollar bill and playing "When the Saints Go Marching In" for a slightly larger sum.